We walked by dancing waters,
sunlit droplets, shimmery sparkles,
twinkle lights suspended in mid-air;
I closed my eyes and imagined
a babbling brook; our jaunt
became a forest journey,
tree-arching canopies,
pebble-lined paths,
the breeze undulating
through leaf-full branches,
and us on a pilgrimage walk.
There are sounds that calm
my heart — rain on a tin roof,
my husband sleeping next to me,
the groaning of my soul in prayer,
a resonance only God and I can hear,
and this gentle murmuring
reminds me of that place
where spirit seeks the true rest
we find in the waiting arms
of our Father, the rushing water
like a new language, a wordless
communion of a thirsty soul
humming a praise chorus,
a perpetual echo
of grateful
amens.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2020
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